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Chapter 536: Witch

“To sacrifice an entire realm just to make Lord Wuji immortal? You are absolutely insane!”

Duran glared at Brand, his deep blue eyes seeming to pierce through his soul. “Whose idea is this? Is it yours… or Lord Wuji’s?”

“It’s not a matter of whose idea it is, but rather that we are complementary,” Brand stated calmly. “Lord Wuji has the power to manipulate matter but cannot sustain the spirit. Our alchemy, while childish and laughable compared to Lord Wuji’s abilities, uniquely holds the key to sustaining the spirit…”

“By cooperating with each other, Lord Wuji can achieve immortality, and we will become the masters of this eternal realm!”

“It seems you were the one who proposed the ‘Philosopher’s Stone’ plan.” Duran’s eyes narrowed slightly. “The Chamber President’s death, and the unrest among other mystical schools in the realm, must all be connected to you, correct?”

“Duran, you can’t say that… Our Witchcraft Dao encompasses too many diverse paths. From ancient times to the present, wherever civilization has emerged, professions related to ‘witchcraft’ have developed: Eastern spirit mediums, Gu art, geomancers, Kagura dancers; Western alchemy, black magic, and even more ancient priests and shamans…

In this city, there are at least dozens of different paths, and the wizards of each path have different personalities and philosophies. Some friction is normal, and not everyone can understand the importance of Lord Wuji.

As for Shang Shaoquan, all he did was refine those useless pills every day; he was indecisive, and he even tried to obstruct my plan with Lord Wuji…”

Brand smiled, gesturing to the gold scattered on the ground beneath their feet.

“Ultimately, Lord Wuji naturally dealt with him… it was, in a way, a different form of contribution to the Wuji Realm.”

Did Lord Wuji kill Shang Shaoquan, the former head of the Witchcraft Association, and simultaneously purge the other mystical schools of the Wuji Realm? Is he the true mastermind behind all of this?

Duran’s heart immediately sank. He had originally thought that Lord Wuji was likely misled by Brand, allowing him to reorganize the Wuji Realm. Now, it seemed Lord Wuji himself was no benevolent figure.

“Duran, to be frank… there are very few alchemists left in the Wuji Realm now, and we desperately need more people.” Brand slowly stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Duran’s, speaking each word distinctly.

“Will you choose to join us and become one of the creators of the eternal realm… or become a part of the Philosopher’s Stone?”

Brand finally dropped his facade, revealing his savage fangs. The gold spread across the floor beneath their feet illuminated his face, making it appear even more sinister… In the center of the church, the mercury moon, adorned with an eyeball, silently watched him.

Duran knew that his chances of survival this time were slim.

His hands, hidden within his sleeves, gradually opened, threads of electric arc weaving across his palms. Just as he was about to make a desperate last stand against Brand, the mercury moon floating in the air suddenly contracted its pupil slightly, gazing towards the edge of the church!

At that moment, Brand also seemed to sense something, turning his head to look.

A passerby, dressed plainly, stood in a corner of the church, his face so ordinary that one might forget it after a single glance… He stood there silently, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment. Had Lord Wuji not detected his presence, Brand probably wouldn’t have noticed anyone there even by dawn.

“Who?! When did you get there!” Brand’s body tensed instantly, as he growled warily.

“So I was seen through after all… As expected of a Ninth-Rank Demigod.” Mojiao, huddled in the corner, sighed helplessly. “Still, I came at the right time; I witnessed quite a scene.”

Mojiao’s appearance instantly froze the atmosphere in the church. After all, they hadn’t expected such a confidential conversation to be overheard by an outsider. Brand’s face immediately became ashen.

But before he could react, Lord Wuji made the first move. Thousands of mercury hands extended from mid-air, grasping at Mojiao’s body from all directions, and the oppressive power of a Ninth-Rank being descended abruptly!

The next moment, Duran seized the opportunity, raising his hands without hesitation and clapping his palms together!

*Clap!*

With a soft sound, a whirlwind of ashes erupted around him, directly engulfing most of the church. He then fled outwards without hesitation, taking advantage of the chaos!

“Trying to escape?!” Seeing this, the ruthlessness in Brand’s eyes intensified. His body transformed into a black shadow, and he rapidly pursued in that direction!

In contrast, Mojiao remained the calmest one in the scene. He simply watched as thousands of mercury hands enveloped his body. Under their touch, his form was slowly transformed into other substances, decaying and putrefying.

“Our Twilight Society never interferes in matters between realms,” Mojiao calmly stated, looking at the mercury sphere in the church.

“However, we will definitely retrieve the Nine Monarchs’ corpses. No matter how much you struggle in the process, the outcome will not change… I look forward to the day of your funeral.”

Mojiao’s clone rapidly vanished under the transformation of countless mercury hands, eventually turning into a handful of dust that gently dispersed into the air.

Inside the church, Lord Wuji’s pupils narrowed slightly…

*Boom—!!*

With a crash of a giant wave against the reefs, Chen Ling’s body was once again swept into the seabed!

“In the nineteenth iteration of the vision,” Wen Renyou snapped off another finger, his expression complex. “He’s been knocked away nineteen times in a row, yet Junior Brother’s movements show no hesitation… It seems he’s truly giving his all.”

“This is just the beginning,” Ning Ruyu said calmly.

“According to my estimations, he might not grasp the key principle until he’s been knocked away fifty times. Even if he does, he might not successfully unleash it… Even with Junior Brother’s incredible talent, he’ll probably need to be knocked away seventy or eighty times before succeeding.”

Luan Mei pondered for a long time at the side, then shook her head.

“I have a feeling… he won’t need that many tries.”

“Oh?”

“Haven’t you noticed?” Luan Mei said, pointing at Chen Ling’s hand. “He’s no longer deliberately mimicking Senior Brother’s gestures. This indicates that he has likely figured out the key principle and is now in the stage of attempting to unleash it…”

“He figured it out that quickly?” A flicker of surprise crossed Wen Renyou’s eyes.

Ning Ruyu watched Chen Ling’s hand with full concentration. After the latter was knocked away for the twentieth time, a faint smile appeared on her face.

“Junior Sister is right, he has indeed achieved enlightenment… Now, let’s see how he’ll proceed.”

Meanwhile.

Amidst the turbulent waves, a scarred hand reached out, gripping tightly onto a protruding reef. Immediately after, a large crimson figure slowly climbed out…

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